What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

After changing my clothes, I pushed open the heavy iron door of the cosmetology room. Director Wang was standing next to the mortuary washing table, smoking.

Seeing me come in, he quickly stubbed out his cigarette and put on a smile: "Little Chen, you're finally back! This job, besides you, really no one else in our establishment dares to take it."

"director."

I greeted them politely and walked over to the platform.

"Is this the one?"

On the morgue table lay an outline covered with a white sheet.

I reached out and lifted a corner of the white cloth.

Just as Lao Zhang said, the deceased was a woman.

Judging from the firmness of his bone structure and skin, he is indeed not very old.

But that face was covered with a dense network of wrinkles.

Her skin was loose and sagging, her eye sockets were sunken, and her hair had become dry, yellow, and sparse, making her look exactly like an old woman.

There was a very deep wound on her wrist, with the skin and flesh torn open, but there was not much blood.

I extended my finger and gently pressed on her carotid artery.

The skin is cold and stiff.

But in my perception, there was a faint yet unusually tenacious evil energy flowing inside the corpse.

The evil energy was like a tiny worm, trying to burrow into the depths of her bones.

"What did the family say?" I asked softly.

"Family members?"

Director Wang pursed his lips: "This girl works in another city, and her parents haven't arrived yet."

Her boyfriend brought it over. He was crying outside, saying they had just had a fight, and he went out to buy cigarettes, and when he came back, this happened.

"Boy friend?"

I turned my head and looked out the closed glass window of the cosmetic surgery room.

There was indeed a young man wearing a black hoodie sitting on the benches in the corridor.

He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and his body trembled incessantly; he looked truly sorrowful.

But I noticed that his fingers were long and slender, his nails were very neatly trimmed, and I could even vaguely see a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips.

Those weren't calluses from physical labor; they looked more like they were from handling small objects for a long time.

"Okay, I'll take over this job."

I turned around, my tone indifferent.

"However, this body is in a rather special condition. I need some additional materials. Could you please help me prepare them?"

Director Wang nodded repeatedly: "No problem, just tell me. As long as we have it in our museum or it can be bought on the market, I'll have someone get it done right away."

"Three ounces of cinnabar, one pound of aged yellow wine, and a red rope that has not been soaked in water."

I named a few simple items.

After listening, Director Wang didn't ask any questions, just responded and hurriedly went out to prepare.

The cosmetic surgery room fell silent.

I walked to the head of the corpse, stretched out my right hand, and gathered a faint trace of evil energy at my fingertips, gently touching the woman's brow.

"A life-borrowing technique?" I murmured to myself.

According to my grandfather's notes, there is an extremely insidious method called "Dead Tree Comes Back to Life".

The practitioner uses a medium to forcibly strip away the lifespan and vital energy of a young person and transfer it to another person who is nearing the end of their life.

The person whose life is borrowed will age and die in a very short time, and their soul will be incomplete after death, making it impossible for them to be reincarnated.

The most crucial medium for this method is usually blood.

I looked at the wound on the woman's wrist.

The wound looked like a wrist cut, but the edges were not neat; instead, they had a slightly jagged feel.

I took out my scalpel and gently pried open the skin and flesh at the edge of the wound.

really.

Deep within the blood vessel, I discovered an extremely thin, dark red thread.

The thread was already dry, but it seemed to have a life of its own, trembling slightly when my knife tip touched it.

This is not a blood vessel, but a specially made "soul-guiding thread".

Someone is draining her life through this wound, like water being pumped out.

"Since I've run into you, it means you still have a sliver of a chance to be reincarnated."

I sighed softly.

Although I don't usually like to meddle in other people's business, as a corpse sewer, what I hate most is the corpse being defiled by this kind of evil magic.

I closed my eyes and began to circulate the evil energy within my body.

Liquid malevolent energy flowed through the meridians, emitting a sound like the tides.

The cool sensation between my brows instantly spread, enhancing my five senses to their fullest.

I could hear the man's breathing outside the window, and I could hear Director Wang's footsteps in the corridor.

You could even hear a faint, unwilling moan coming from the lifeless body on the operating table.

Shortly after, Director Wang brought in what I had asked for.

"Xiao Chen, everything's here. Is there anything else you need?"

"That's enough, Director. You can leave now, and lock the door."

Director Wang nodded, left, and closed the door behind him.

I took a deep breath and first mixed the rice wine and cinnabar to make a thick, blood-red liquid.

Then, pick up the red rope and soak it in the liquid.

Next, I took out the black bone needle.

Instead of stitching up the wounds, I first wrapped a red rope around the woman's neck, wrists, and ankles several times and tied a tight knot.

These knots were tied using the technique of locking the soul, in order to prevent the remaining essence in the corpse from leaking out further.

Then, I pinched the bone needle and released a burst of malevolent energy from my fingertips.

The bone needle emitted a slight tremor and hovered in mid-air.

"go."

With a thought, the bone needle transformed into a blur and instantly pierced the wound on the female corpse's wrist.

It precisely hooked onto the dark red "soul-guiding thread".

I pulled my finger back sharply.

"hiss--"

A very faint sound rang out in the room.

The dark red thread, about half a meter long, was forcibly pulled out of the blood vessel by the bone needle.

It was writhing wildly in the air, trying to crawl back into the corpse.

I snorted coldly, and my left hand was instantly covered with a thick layer of malevolent energy as I grabbed the silk thread.

The malevolent energy collided with the evil energy, producing a "whoosh" sound and releasing a plume of foul-smelling black smoke.

The thread struggled violently in my hand, and finally drooped helplessly, becoming an ordinary thin thread.

As the thread was removed, the woman's previously shriveled body trembled slightly.

Although his appearance did not immediately recover, the stale, lifeless aura dissipated considerably.

Next comes the stitching.

About a few minutes later.

The wound was perfectly stitched up, leaving only a very thin red mark.

But I didn't stop.

I picked up the remaining cinnabar wine and drew an extremely subtle rune on the female corpse's forehead, palm, and sole.

This is called the Rejuvenation Pattern. Although it cannot bring her back to life, it can preserve her last trace of true spirit.

If her family can hire a spiritual master to perform a ritual within seven days, her soul might still be preserved intact.

After doing all that, I breathed a sigh of relief.

After putting away the bone needles and scalpel, I walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and looked at the man outside.

He was still sitting there, but something was off about him.

She would occasionally look up at the door of the cosmetic surgery room, her eyes revealing anxiety and unease, and her right hand would constantly rub her thigh.